Victim, Chapter 3
Title: Victim (Chapter 3)
Pairing: Olivia/Jordan (an SVU/Crossing Jordan crossover)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my characters...
A/N: Ok folks, this is going to be the last post for a little bit. There is still one chapter left, but I'm sick as a dog and lacking the energy to do anything but sleep really. I'll try not to make it too long between chapters!
Licking her lips nervously, Jordan eyed the gun aimed at her. Without the use of her hands, she wasn’t going to be able to defend herself against this guy, let alone get away safely. She opened her mouth slowly, preparing some sort of placating comment, when the man started waving the gun furiously.
“Shut up! I mean it! Don’t say anything!” Jordan could hear the hint of hysteria in his voice.
“Ok Jordan, go softly. This guy doesn’t have it all together.” As if she needed him waving a gun at her to know this. She knew this guy. Well, at least, she recognized him. She’d seen him from time to time, hanging around outside the morgue in the week before she left. She’d mentioned it to Bug and Nigel, but neither of them had noticed anything. She’d made the assumption he was just another one of Boston’s homeless. Obviously she’d been wrong.
He transferred the gun to his other hand, and reached into his pocket, pulling something out. Jordan’s eyes widened as he snapped open a knife and she tried to press herself harder against the wall.
“Give me your legs.” He commanded, waving the gun threateningly when she hesitated. Extending her legs slowly she braced herself against the inevitable pain. Surprisingly, he started to cut the ropes around her ankles. Jordan considered taking advantage of her good luck by trying to kick the knife from him while he was so close, but figured she’d probably only get herself stabbed or shot. If she could kick the gun away though, he probably couldn’t do much damage with that little knife….
“Get out!” her captor snapped, breaking her reverie. “Slowly, and don’t try anything. I’ll kill you, I swear!”
Jordan sighed and nodded slowly, trying not to betray her growing uneasiness. She’d just wait for the right moment. She could handle this. It’s not like this was the first time she’d been held at gunpoint. “Sweatshirt” moved aside as she scooted towards the door. Letting her legs dangle, she dropped out of the van, lurching a few steps forward to catch her balance. She stiffened almost immediately as cold metal jabbed against her back, shoving her away from the van.
“Walk,” Sweatshirt growled from behind her, pushing the gun harder into her spine. “And don’t you try anything funny. I’ll shoot you. WALK.” He punctuated the last word with another jab from the gun, shoving Jordan in the direction of a crumbling brick building with a rusting garage type door.
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Olivia felt like she’d been canvassing for days. In actuality it’d only been three and half hours, but she was growing impatient. Elliot had stopped talking to her an hour before, when she’d snapped at him for suggesting lunch. She regretted that now, partly because all the quiet let her think too much, and partly because she was starving.
It’s not as if they were getting anywhere anyway. Liv was certain they’d spoken to every hot dog vendor and shop owner in a five-mile radius. A few people were helpful, but they hadn’t gotten much, confirmations on the description mostly. One guy had assured them that the hoodie had in fact been navy blue, stained and covered in dirt, but navy blue.
Olivia sighed as they approached yet another vendor, this time selling sweatshirts. Raking a hand through her hair for the zillionth time, she wondered how he stayed warm out here. It had warmed a bit since she’d gotten up, but it was still quite chilly.
Elliot began conversing with the sweatshirt vendor as Liv let her mind wander. She only yanked her attention back to the men in front of her as she heard the vendor say something about the man’s eyes.
“You saw his face?” she demanded, her voice sounding unsteady even to her own ears. Ignoring Elliot’s raised eyebrows she pinned the poor man with her gaze. “Could you describe him to a sketch artist?”
The vendor took an involuntary step back, looking surprised at Olivia’s vehemence. “I think so..” he began.
“Good.” She replied with a nod. “Shut your cart down, and lock it up. You’re coming with us.”
The poor man looked too overwhelmed by her to protest.
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They arrived back at the squad room in time to see Cragen hang up the phone with satisfied look on his face. He nodded to them as they came though the door and Olivia headed his way as her partner got the unfortunate vendor to a sketch artist.
“Did you learn anything?” the captain asked, pouring a cup of old coffee.
Olivia made a shrugging gesture, shaking her head when he offered her the cup. “We found a guy who actually saw his face,” she replied with sigh, “El’s getting him set up with a sketch artist. How did the press conference go?”
“Not bad, considering it was a little short notice.” Cragen leaned back against a desk, making a face as he sipped his burnt coffee. “We’ve gotten a couple of calls. Apparently your girl has a set of lungs. People heard shouting coming from the back of a van that was speeding though Brooklyn, someone got a partial plate. We've got officers patroling the area. Also, Munch called. CSU found tire tracks near where she was grabbed. They’re getting as much info as they can.”
“Good,” Olivia began “as soon as El is done with..” The sound of the doors to the squad room banging open cut her off and a voice she didn’t recognize penetrated the buzz of conversation.
“Dr. Macy? Where is Dr. Macy?”
Liv and Cragen turned to see a youngish looking man storm into the squad room, flashing a badge at everyone who stepped towards him. His eyes scanned the room, a little too frantically in Olivia’s opinion, obviously searching for someone.
“Woody?” Garret Macy came out of the captain’s office in a hurry, a look of confusion on his face. “Woody, what the hell are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What do you think I’m doing here? What the hell happened Garret?”
“Woody, calm down. The NYP…”
“CALM DOWN? Jordan’s creepy stalker grabbed her and you want me to CALM DOWN?”
Much to Olivia’s surprise, the chief medical examiner didn’t crumple under the cop’s furious gaze. Instead he grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back through the doors. From inside the squad room they could hear the muffled sounds of the two men having words.
Olivia turned her head to see Melinda approaching from the direction of the captain’s office.
“Who was that?” she asked the ME, as the other woman drew near.
Taking her by the arm, Mel steered her into the nearest interrogation room. “That was Woody.” She replied with a sigh. “He’s a homicide detective in Boston.”
As Liv began to protest that they didn’t need help from the Boston police, the ME held up a hand. “He and Jordan also have a…. history.”
A blank look crossed Olivia’s face as she slowly looked in the direction of the angry Boston detective, then back at Mel. “Really.” She said flatly. Shaking her head she continued, “It doesn’t matter. What Jordan does is her..”
“It’s over, Liv.” Melinda stated, interrupting the detective again. “At least, it’s over for Jordan. She and Woody could never really get it together. I’m only telling you because I think you need to understand where Woody is coming from.”
Olivia sighed, nodded and mumbled her thanks. “What was he saying about a stalker?” she asked, as the full weight of the conversation between the two men hit her.
Mel bit her lip worriedly. “I don’t know. Jordan never mentioned anything about that.” She nodded towards the squad room where Garret and Woody had reentered. “We should probably get back in there.”
The two women headed back to the rest of the group, Olivia keeping a wary eye on the newcomer.
Garret cleared his throat as they entered the room and looked toward the captain. At Cragen’s nod he spoke.
“This is Woody Hoyt, Boston homicide. He knows Jordan pretty well, and he’s here because he has some information we don’t.”
There was a quick round of introductions, during which Liv didn’t miss the slight frown he wore when he shook her hand. With a nod to the captain, he began to speak.
“From what I’ve been able to find out, this guy who grabbed Jordan isn’t just some random New York psycho. According to a few of her co-workers, she’d seen someone matching the description of your guy hanging around the morgue all last week.” He shook his head briefly. “Why she didn’t tell the police about it, I don’t know” he finished bitterly.
“Why she didn’t tell you about it, you mean.” Olivia thought with a smirk. Her smugness was cut short when she realized that Jordan hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her either.
The ringing of a telephone shattered the uneasy silence of the group; it’s shrill sound making Liv jump.
“SVU.” Elliot answered, barely moving from his desk chair. “Uh-huh. Really? Where?” His voice took on a sudden sharpness, and he grabbed a pen and paper. He began to scribble furiously, nodding to the voice on the other end of the line. “Ok, got it. Thanks.”
He looked up, directly into Olivia’s eyes, as he hung the phone up. “A suspicious van was seen parked outside an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn. The cop who found it ran the plate, and it matches our partial.” Elliot grabbed his coat as he stood, swinging it over his shoulders. “He’s staying low, waiting for us. There are uniforms on the way.”
Olivia was nearly out the door as he finished speaking, but she noticed that Cragen motioned Woody to ride with him. She shook her head as jealousy began to flare. “Now is not the time. Jordan needs you.”
She locked eyes with Elliot as they were getting in the car. One quick glance and she knew all was forgiven. Nothing mattered but getting to Jordan now.
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Pairing: Olivia/Jordan (an SVU/Crossing Jordan crossover)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not my characters...
A/N: Ok folks, this is going to be the last post for a little bit. There is still one chapter left, but I'm sick as a dog and lacking the energy to do anything but sleep really. I'll try not to make it too long between chapters!
Licking her lips nervously, Jordan eyed the gun aimed at her. Without the use of her hands, she wasn’t going to be able to defend herself against this guy, let alone get away safely. She opened her mouth slowly, preparing some sort of placating comment, when the man started waving the gun furiously.
“Shut up! I mean it! Don’t say anything!” Jordan could hear the hint of hysteria in his voice.
“Ok Jordan, go softly. This guy doesn’t have it all together.” As if she needed him waving a gun at her to know this. She knew this guy. Well, at least, she recognized him. She’d seen him from time to time, hanging around outside the morgue in the week before she left. She’d mentioned it to Bug and Nigel, but neither of them had noticed anything. She’d made the assumption he was just another one of Boston’s homeless. Obviously she’d been wrong.
He transferred the gun to his other hand, and reached into his pocket, pulling something out. Jordan’s eyes widened as he snapped open a knife and she tried to press herself harder against the wall.
“Give me your legs.” He commanded, waving the gun threateningly when she hesitated. Extending her legs slowly she braced herself against the inevitable pain. Surprisingly, he started to cut the ropes around her ankles. Jordan considered taking advantage of her good luck by trying to kick the knife from him while he was so close, but figured she’d probably only get herself stabbed or shot. If she could kick the gun away though, he probably couldn’t do much damage with that little knife….
“Get out!” her captor snapped, breaking her reverie. “Slowly, and don’t try anything. I’ll kill you, I swear!”
Jordan sighed and nodded slowly, trying not to betray her growing uneasiness. She’d just wait for the right moment. She could handle this. It’s not like this was the first time she’d been held at gunpoint. “Sweatshirt” moved aside as she scooted towards the door. Letting her legs dangle, she dropped out of the van, lurching a few steps forward to catch her balance. She stiffened almost immediately as cold metal jabbed against her back, shoving her away from the van.
“Walk,” Sweatshirt growled from behind her, pushing the gun harder into her spine. “And don’t you try anything funny. I’ll shoot you. WALK.” He punctuated the last word with another jab from the gun, shoving Jordan in the direction of a crumbling brick building with a rusting garage type door.
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Olivia felt like she’d been canvassing for days. In actuality it’d only been three and half hours, but she was growing impatient. Elliot had stopped talking to her an hour before, when she’d snapped at him for suggesting lunch. She regretted that now, partly because all the quiet let her think too much, and partly because she was starving.
It’s not as if they were getting anywhere anyway. Liv was certain they’d spoken to every hot dog vendor and shop owner in a five-mile radius. A few people were helpful, but they hadn’t gotten much, confirmations on the description mostly. One guy had assured them that the hoodie had in fact been navy blue, stained and covered in dirt, but navy blue.
Olivia sighed as they approached yet another vendor, this time selling sweatshirts. Raking a hand through her hair for the zillionth time, she wondered how he stayed warm out here. It had warmed a bit since she’d gotten up, but it was still quite chilly.
Elliot began conversing with the sweatshirt vendor as Liv let her mind wander. She only yanked her attention back to the men in front of her as she heard the vendor say something about the man’s eyes.
“You saw his face?” she demanded, her voice sounding unsteady even to her own ears. Ignoring Elliot’s raised eyebrows she pinned the poor man with her gaze. “Could you describe him to a sketch artist?”
The vendor took an involuntary step back, looking surprised at Olivia’s vehemence. “I think so..” he began.
“Good.” She replied with a nod. “Shut your cart down, and lock it up. You’re coming with us.”
The poor man looked too overwhelmed by her to protest.
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They arrived back at the squad room in time to see Cragen hang up the phone with satisfied look on his face. He nodded to them as they came though the door and Olivia headed his way as her partner got the unfortunate vendor to a sketch artist.
“Did you learn anything?” the captain asked, pouring a cup of old coffee.
Olivia made a shrugging gesture, shaking her head when he offered her the cup. “We found a guy who actually saw his face,” she replied with sigh, “El’s getting him set up with a sketch artist. How did the press conference go?”
“Not bad, considering it was a little short notice.” Cragen leaned back against a desk, making a face as he sipped his burnt coffee. “We’ve gotten a couple of calls. Apparently your girl has a set of lungs. People heard shouting coming from the back of a van that was speeding though Brooklyn, someone got a partial plate. We've got officers patroling the area. Also, Munch called. CSU found tire tracks near where she was grabbed. They’re getting as much info as they can.”
“Good,” Olivia began “as soon as El is done with..” The sound of the doors to the squad room banging open cut her off and a voice she didn’t recognize penetrated the buzz of conversation.
“Dr. Macy? Where is Dr. Macy?”
Liv and Cragen turned to see a youngish looking man storm into the squad room, flashing a badge at everyone who stepped towards him. His eyes scanned the room, a little too frantically in Olivia’s opinion, obviously searching for someone.
“Woody?” Garret Macy came out of the captain’s office in a hurry, a look of confusion on his face. “Woody, what the hell are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? What do you think I’m doing here? What the hell happened Garret?”
“Woody, calm down. The NYP…”
“CALM DOWN? Jordan’s creepy stalker grabbed her and you want me to CALM DOWN?”
Much to Olivia’s surprise, the chief medical examiner didn’t crumple under the cop’s furious gaze. Instead he grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back through the doors. From inside the squad room they could hear the muffled sounds of the two men having words.
Olivia turned her head to see Melinda approaching from the direction of the captain’s office.
“Who was that?” she asked the ME, as the other woman drew near.
Taking her by the arm, Mel steered her into the nearest interrogation room. “That was Woody.” She replied with a sigh. “He’s a homicide detective in Boston.”
As Liv began to protest that they didn’t need help from the Boston police, the ME held up a hand. “He and Jordan also have a…. history.”
A blank look crossed Olivia’s face as she slowly looked in the direction of the angry Boston detective, then back at Mel. “Really.” She said flatly. Shaking her head she continued, “It doesn’t matter. What Jordan does is her..”
“It’s over, Liv.” Melinda stated, interrupting the detective again. “At least, it’s over for Jordan. She and Woody could never really get it together. I’m only telling you because I think you need to understand where Woody is coming from.”
Olivia sighed, nodded and mumbled her thanks. “What was he saying about a stalker?” she asked, as the full weight of the conversation between the two men hit her.
Mel bit her lip worriedly. “I don’t know. Jordan never mentioned anything about that.” She nodded towards the squad room where Garret and Woody had reentered. “We should probably get back in there.”
The two women headed back to the rest of the group, Olivia keeping a wary eye on the newcomer.
Garret cleared his throat as they entered the room and looked toward the captain. At Cragen’s nod he spoke.
“This is Woody Hoyt, Boston homicide. He knows Jordan pretty well, and he’s here because he has some information we don’t.”
There was a quick round of introductions, during which Liv didn’t miss the slight frown he wore when he shook her hand. With a nod to the captain, he began to speak.
“From what I’ve been able to find out, this guy who grabbed Jordan isn’t just some random New York psycho. According to a few of her co-workers, she’d seen someone matching the description of your guy hanging around the morgue all last week.” He shook his head briefly. “Why she didn’t tell the police about it, I don’t know” he finished bitterly.
“Why she didn’t tell you about it, you mean.” Olivia thought with a smirk. Her smugness was cut short when she realized that Jordan hadn’t mentioned anything about it to her either.
The ringing of a telephone shattered the uneasy silence of the group; it’s shrill sound making Liv jump.
“SVU.” Elliot answered, barely moving from his desk chair. “Uh-huh. Really? Where?” His voice took on a sudden sharpness, and he grabbed a pen and paper. He began to scribble furiously, nodding to the voice on the other end of the line. “Ok, got it. Thanks.”
He looked up, directly into Olivia’s eyes, as he hung the phone up. “A suspicious van was seen parked outside an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn. The cop who found it ran the plate, and it matches our partial.” Elliot grabbed his coat as he stood, swinging it over his shoulders. “He’s staying low, waiting for us. There are uniforms on the way.”
Olivia was nearly out the door as he finished speaking, but she noticed that Cragen motioned Woody to ride with him. She shook her head as jealousy began to flare. “Now is not the time. Jordan needs you.”
She locked eyes with Elliot as they were getting in the car. One quick glance and she knew all was forgiven. Nothing mattered but getting to Jordan now.
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